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(1 PART) Mira's POV I was sitting in front of my dresser, getting ready for the so-called meeting my parents had arranged for me; Matchmaking, that's what they call... "Don't you have at least one single picture of his in your phone" Kavya, my best friend grumbled, scrolling through my phone gallery without my permission. "No" I replied flatly, why the hell would I have a picture of a guy whom I met once? Suresh and I WERE childhood friends, but after their family shifted out, we never once saw each other, let alone talked to him. She made the tch sound, extremely disappointed at my disinterest in the matter. When I was about to counter her with something savage; a knocked on the door distracted us. It was my mother, she was peeping through the door so I presume she had already stepped in before showing her presence. It had always been like that. Being born in a conservative family and on top of that growing up in Delhi like a city; there's ...

Rather than calling it a dream city...  Mumbai is a dream. It’s a lifestyle, people want to live. Everything and EVERYTHING about this city is memorable. Street food, to five-star hotels, never-ending beaches to the Great skyline. It’s the city of the ocean, the city of lights. Here lives the artist, talent and passion that are pampered by everyone. Mumbai has always embraced every single soul in its arms. Don’t let it scare you with the huge crowd or that so-called Mumbai traffic. People might seem cold but has really warm hearts. Mumbai is nothing but a big  Canvas  which blends every single color available and still manage to look beautiful and freshly painted masterpiece. It will not be a lie if we say that Mumbai literally gives an image of a whole India itself. as the busiest cosmopolitan city, Mumbai has a stronghold on its age-old culture. Music, arts, theater, festivals are close to a Mumbaikars heart. Indians believe a grand celebration ...

Nowadays people are more obsessed with English as it has been A global language, and to be honest it's a bit handy if you are traveling or connecting with people on social media or personally.  People like me who had completed their education with non-English schools would understand the struggles of learning or speaking English and get that confidence to communicate with others.  But let me be honest it's not difficult as our teachers make it seems like, with all that grammar and proverbs, vowels, and that all so heavy vocabulary.  To be honest, it's not the problem with understanding or speaking English, it'is the confidence that we lack when we came to a situation where we have to speak, and that too with someone who had freshly came out from Convent school or someone who likes to flaunt about his foreignish  English.  I myself who had studied in Marathi Medium School and graduated from the average college, think I kind of got over that st...

**Friends**   It really surprises me that at an age when we don't even know our own names, people ask, *"Tell me your mother’s and father’s names, darling."* And that's when you realize... you’ve entered the education system — kindergarten. Where everything is nothing but fun.   Where you enjoy endless attention, no groups, no hard feelings, no bullying, no discrimination—   And most importantly, no studies. We were loved by everyone—family, neighbors, teachers.   No one cared how we looked, what we wore, or even when we wet our pants. There was no judgment. But they say happy times never last long.   We eventually grow up.   The chemicals in our brains begin to react and change—it's called puberty.   Something impossible to skip and hard to erase.   A curse for some, including me. In our school, we had this policy—or should I say, *the program*—where every student was divided into three academic groups....